A Sleepover Confession

But Val wasn't done. Two hands gripped the waistband of my pants and yanked them down in one fluid motion. I almost spun around - Val caught the back of my head and forced it into the pillow of the sleeping bag.

"Don't move slut," she whispered. "I'm not done with you."

I kept my face in my pillow, now totally unable to see if any of the girls were looking back or not. Val gripped a cheek of my bare ass and squeezed it.

"Lift it up."

This time, no back talk. I lifted my ass up high into the air, my face still buried in my pillow. This was humiliating. This was insanely risky. This was the best decision I'd ever made in my whole life.

I felt Val move behind me. Two strong hands gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide open. My mouth dropped. I had never been exposed like this to anybody. Instantly, I felt my pussy get wet again. I felt like a whore. I never thought I would like that feeling. It got me even wetter to know she was staring right at my sloppy, freshly-fucked pussy. Spreading it open like she owned it.

And all at once, Val's tongue raked up my pussy, starting from my clit and then burying deep inside me. Her strong hands keeping me spread open for her. My poor pussy was already so sensitive. I smothered my moans with the pillow, dragging my face across it to keep the sweat out of my eyes.

Good lord, Vicki would get quite a shock if she turned around right now, wouldn't she? Seeing her best friend bent over, getting eaten out by her older sister like there's no one else in the room.

Val ran her tongue in long wide licks up and down my pussy, lapping up my juices which was coming out thick and fast. In spit of her best efforts, I could literally feel myself dripping on my sleeping bag. I'd never given or received oral. I always wondered if pussy tasted bad, so I was afraid to ask.

Today, I've been eaten out a few times - ok, a lot of times, actually - but never as good as that night. Maybe it was more the setting and the manner that drove me crazy than the technique, but nothing and no one has ever topped Val licking up my cream from behind with my ass high in the air and my face in the pillow, clutching it for dear life.

She licked me slowly, in no hurry at all, despite my growing panic that the movie was coming to an end. She sucked and tugged on my clit, pulling it out and then rolling it over her tongue. I was about to come again, but she kept teasing me, those firm hands holding me in place again. Then she gripped my clit in her mouth like a suction cup, let go, and spit on my pussy. Why? I have no clue. I was literally dripping all over the place. Maybe it was just psychological.

One of my hands went under my shirt to my hanging boobs. I attacked that nipple, pinching it and flicking it like Val had done earlier, trying to get on the path to orgasm.

She refocused on my clit, long licks up and down, increasing in tempo like she did with her fingers. It was almost good enough to make me cum. Then she dragged her tongue upwards and sank inside me again, and let her fingers diddle my clitty. Her tongue licked around inside me. Just slow and deliberate, like she just liked the taste of me. It was a passionate French kiss on my nether regions, with no concern for anything or anyone else in the room. She was tonguing my pussy so passionately, I could feel my juices leaking all over her face.

That made me explode. This orgasm was even more destructive than the last. I had to cover my own mouth to stop from screaming. Thank God for that tiny pillow. I tried to move my sensitive pussy away from her exploring tongue.

Once again, Val kept me firmly in place as my orgasm racked through my body, her nails digging into my ass. I shuddered at the feeling.

Surely that was it, right? She had done everything to me. The movie had to be approaching the end credits. I could barely keep my ass in the air anymore, my legs were so weak.

Wrong. One hand still keeping me spread open, Val thrust two fingers, pointing downward, into my hot wet cunt.

If the pleasure hadn't driven a knife straight through my logic center, I would have asked myself some pretty tough questions, like: is this bitch trying to get us caught? Does she just want to break me? Does she simply not care about that squelching noise my wet pussy made as she fucks me into oblivion? Does she want me scream her name at the top of my lungs?

But I couldn't answer any of these questions, let alone ask them. All I could do was keep my ass up and get fucked like a complete slut in the living room of my best friend's house. And cum. Again. And again. And again.

Val seemed to have her own idea of how many orgasms I should have. I just drooled over my pillow and took it, letting her fuck me senseless. Even using only one hand, I still couldn't get away from her. I grunted into my pillow as those fingers hammered my cunt. I was so wet that I could feel her fucking my juices out of me. I could feel it dripping down my leg. I wanted her to smack my ass hard while she fucked me, sleepover be damned.

And then it was over. After she worked me over the edge for what I think was my fourth orgasm (just from her fingers, six overall), she smacked my pussy - not loud enough to alert anyone - and just walked away.

Seriously. This bitch just got up and walked off, leaving me there with my ass up for half a minute, panting into my pillow like a dog. I looked up in time to see her walk into the kitchen. I hastily pulled my pants back up, feeling my cheeks go hot and red from shame.

"Hey, anybody want a soda?" Val called out from the kitchen.

Vicki looked around at everyone, including me, lying face down on my sleeping bag still trying to get my breath back.

"No, we're fine. And I think Ash fell asleep."

***

That night, I lay totally awake in my sleeping bag staring at the darkness above me. Had that even happened? My sore pussy said it absolutely did happen, but my mind just couldn't process the experience. Was I no longer a virgin? Did that count? Would Val come back tonight? Did I want her to, given how quiet the room was? Should I go to her?

Questions tumbled around my head, making me dizzy. My eyelids began to droop. I guess all of this would have to wait until morning...

That familiar warmth and weight. Val pressed herself on top of me, this time facing me. Christ, she was quiet - like a ninja. She found my mouth in dark, kissing me deeply. Her long black hair fell over my face like a curtain. It smelled wonderful - no idea why I remember that so clearly, but I do. I tried to return the kiss, but my heart was racing. The only sounds in the room were the soft snores of the rest of the girls.

This girl is crazy, I thought. I tried put my hands on her shoulders, get a little control of the situation.

Still kissing me fiercely, she grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them to the ground. She worked her way into my neck.

"You been lying awake, thinking about me?" she breathed into my ear.

I tried to keep my breathing low and steady. I nodded, too scared to speak.

"I've been thinking about you too. I've been playing with myself all night, thinking about how I had you bent over next to your friends."

Oh god, she was so insane. I loved it. Dirty talk is a million times better when it's whispered into your ear.

"I went and made myself really wet and sloppy down there. But I didn't cum. That's your job."

My eyes shot open. She didn't mean -

Val maneuvered herself so that her shins pinned down my hands. I could smell how aroused she was. This insane woman had crawled over to my sleeping bag naked from the waist down, wearing only a thin tank top with no bra. Her stiff nipples poked out proudly from the thin fabric.

She looked down at me, brushing my hair out of my eyes with a surprising gentleness. I could see her six pack under her flimsy tank top. She looked like a warrior princess. She looked like a conquerer. Then she moved up further so all I could see was the task ahead of me.

Her pussy had curly black hair over it. Thin lips with a thick protruding clit that looked like it was already begging for attention. I could see how wet and slimy she was, strands of her juices dribbling from her cunt. Those thick, muscular thighs. Any qualms I had about what I was about to do evaporated. She was going to take me. And I was going to let it happen.

All at once she grabbed my hair to hold me in place, and dropped her wet cunt on my face.

Clearly, I was totally out of my depth. But damned if I wasn't going to try. I stuck my tongue out, and met her wetness eagerly. There was no bad taste, and that was my only concern. In fact - as I began to really work my tongue inside her - guys should pay us for the privilege of munching pussy. We give this to them for free? What stupidity.

I struggled to keep up with her rough thrusts, no longer caring if anyone heard. I just wanted this Amazon to cum in my mouth, return the favor after she had made me her bitch earlier. I had never wanted anything so badly in my life.

Her juices dripped into my mouth, smeared on my face. I didn't care, I just found her clit and played with it like she had played with mine. She didn't seem interested in letting me dictate the tempo though.

She yanked my head into her snatch, and just ground herself into my mouth, one hand teasing a nipple through the fabric of her tank top. She liked to be rough with her own nipple too, twisting and pulling it cruelly.

Then she shoved my head back onto the pillow, taking my mouth off her pussy, and frigged her clit furiously, still kneeling just above my face. She moaned loudly while she played with her clit and her nipple for a moment. Then she dropped herself back onto me.

Grinding that wet cunt all over my face. Letting me suck that clit for a while. Then she lifted up again, and fingered herself. Then back down, each time her juices getting thicker and more overwhelming. My face and hair turning into a mess. Swallowing the sweet liquid whenever she let me explore her cunt. Her treatment of me was a massive turn on, and I had two fingers in my sore pussy, working them in and out.

She was getting louder now, there was no denying it. Her moans seemed to pierce the silence like a burglar alarm. Everyone could be awake and watching Val use my face to cum. Fuck them. Let 'em get up and see what all the fuss was.

My face was a mess of juices. I was rubbing my clit vigorously with one hand, my other on her perfect ass as she rode my face. I was going to cum from being used like a cheap whore.

She gasped loudly again, then had a sharp intake of breath. Her fingernails practically tore into my scalp as she humped my tongue, bouncing her clit off it over and over, using me like a sex toy and bringing herself to a ferocious, shuddering orgasm. And with that came more juices, leaking out of her cunt and into my eager mouth. She held me in place until she stopped shaking. I kept licking until she pushed my head away.

She leaned back on her haunches for a second, getting her breath. Then, as casually as she had shown up, she slid off me, dragging her wet pussy across my face as she went, smearing me with her cum for the last time. After a few seconds lying on my back with her cum all over my face, I heard her door shut softly.

Not checking to see if anyone was awake, I quickly rolled onto my stomach and humped my fingers until I came to another eye-rolling orgasm. Even though Val wasn't directly involved, I'll still give it to her.

All I thought about was what she had just done to me.

***

If anyone had noticed the mauling I took last night, no one said anything. Vicki's friends were noticeably quieter when we had breakfast that morning, and none of them looked at me. To this day, I have no idea if they saw what Val and I did, and I don't really care. I suspect they definitely heard what happened, since Val made no attempt hide her orgasm.

But they kept their judgements to herself. And even if they wanted to voice them, I wouldn't have cared. I sat at that table with Val's cum dried all over my hair and face and ate my cereal like I didn't have care in the world. Judge away.

Vicki definitely didn't hear anything, because she seemed perplexed by her friend's sudden lack of enthusiasm. For this, I'm a little grateful. I don't have siblings, but I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear them cum loudly all over your best friend's face, just a few feet from where you slept.

Afterwards, we all said bye. I didn't think I'd be seeing much of Vicki anymore; I was sure once I left her friends filled her in on what happened. And I was sure she'd mostly be mad for ruining her sleepover than anything else. But I held no ill will towards her. I guess I understood her a little better now.

High school was over. It was a time for reinvention, not clinging to old ideas. This was how she reinvented herself, and I accepted that. I was changing too, and it was all for the better. For one, I was definitely going to come out of my shell some more - if that was the crazy, lust-filled sex every popstar keeps going on about, count me in. Two, I had never really considered girls before, but Val had just opened up my world to some exciting new possibilities. And three, whether Vicki liked it or not, I was definitely going to keep fucking her sister.

Val didn't say anything to me as we left. That was also probably for the best, because I had no fucking idea what I was supposed to say to her after she had just fucked my brains out. But when I got home, I found a piece of paper in my backpack.

It had Val's number, and scrawled under that was, call me.

Val and I would see each other a lot over the next few years, with her pushing my buttons every time I came into town. She didn't care if I was seeing someone, or if Vicki was in the room next door, she just took me whenever she felt like it. I always loved that. Even when our relationship petered out, her legacy loomed large in my life.

To this day, no matter who I'm fucking, I love to be taken from behind with a hand covering my mouth. But I gotta say, it always pales in comparison to that night.